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On our wedding anniversary, my private video was displayed on the big screen.
A man's rough voice sounded, "As expected of a rich man's wife, she's well-maintained."
Friends whispered among themselves, and Nolan shot me a look of disgust.
My husband's secretary slapped me to the ground, "Xanthe, a slut like you doesn't deserve to be Mrs. Sterling!"
She ignored my explanations and tore at my clothes.
Until her high heel pressed against my lower abdomen,
I begged her through tears to stop, "This was secretly recorded during my gynecological surgery, please don't hurt the baby in my belly."
My husband sneered coldly, "Who knows whose bastard you're carrying?"
"Scarlett is standing up for me, you better take it!"
I stumbled away in a blood-stained white dress.
The seven-year promise has come due,
I don't want Nolan and the child in my womb anymore.

My Gynecological Surgery Secretly Recorded

"Miss, you're selling these wilted flowers for ten bucks a stem?" A plump woman in a gaudy long dress slammed the white roses onto the counter.


I wiped the rose juice off the back of my hand. "That can't be right, they just arrived by air from Watsonville this morning..."


The woman jabbed her scarlet fingernail toward my face. "You think I'm some sucker? Selling me this trash!"


"Are you running this shop just to seduce the men who come to buy flowers? Looking all slutty like that."


As her words became increasingly offensive, I couldn't help but narrow my eyes in irritation.


"Excuse me," a crisp male voice rang out.


Long, slender fingers parted the rose stems and leaves, patiently explaining, "The closed pores are due to low-temperature transport. They'll recover after being in water for a while."


The handsome man took out his wallet. "I'll take all of these."


Chapter 8